CFCLet's make some music make some money find some models for wives.CFCI'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.CFCYou man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.PRE-CHORUS FThis is our decision to live fast and die young.CWe've got the vision, now let's have some funFYeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?CGet jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?CHORUS 1GEmForget about our mothers and our friends.FGCWe were fated to pretend.FC to pretend.FCWe were fated to pretend.FC to pretend.VERSE 2CFCI'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.CFCI'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.CFCI'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.CFCYeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.PRE-CHORUS (Fig 2.)FBut there is really nothing, nothing we can do.CLove must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.FThe models will have children, we'll get a divorce,Cwe'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.CHORUSGEmWe'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.FGCWe were fated to pretend.FC to pretend.FCWe were fated to pretend.FC to pretend.and so it goes...**********************************************************

(Fig 2.) I usually fiddle with the chords a bit this time round with this sort of thing.FCE|-0.....-0.....-0.....-0-| 0..--0--0..-------|B|-1.....-0.....-1.....-3-| 1..--1--1..0-1----|G|-2.....-2.....-2.....-2-| 0..0-0--0..---2-0-|D|-3.....-3.....-3.....-3-| 2..--3--2..-------|A|-3.....-3.....-3.....---| 3..--3--3..-------|E|--.....--.....--.....---| ------------------| There..Nothing-.Love...Life